These two words you whispered to me, lit my inside just like a pyre. Without any smoke and dancing flame, Tel me what is this change, what is its name?
With every breath I breathe your name, The breath so sweet but full of your love aflame, It burns me down to ashes with its azure flame, Till there is only you and your lonely name.
The words come to lips of their own, The moment I see rose on your face, And the fragrance sends me to lands unknown, Such is the charm of your grace.
Stuttering bishop that I had been, Till 'Sheikh Ali' orbed my soul with eyes so keen, I lost my tongue and silence prevailed, Now you see Leo as if lamb revealed.
(By: Khan, BA)
It is the grace of my Teacher that these words flow from me..